Through sparrow black wind
A dead crow calls out to his wing
We were lightning
Across the whole world
We were lightning
Lightning
Lightning
And the guise to black cats
We made a cross when our shadows met
And the guise to black cats
We made a pact when our shadows passed
Through sparrow black wind
A dead crow calls out to his wing
I?m getting weaker, I?m getting thin
I hate how obvious I have been
I?m getting weaker
Weaker
Weaker
Weaker
And I look down
And I see the whole world
And it's fading
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